The Distant Crown
Chapter One Marlene Seidel hauled the copper ingot up the iron ladder, her boots scraping sparks against the rusted rungs, the weight of the metal pressing a dull ache into her shoulders that mirrored the hollow ache in her chest. The object was shaped like an oxhide, a thick, hammered slab of copper that had been the second-best tool in the granary before the fire, and now it served as the...
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